Chains (The Club #8) by T. H. Snyder Read Free Book Online

experience. A year ago I made a decision to let go of everything I was feeling. Perhaps opening myself up for a chance at love was wrong, I never spent time with a woman where I felt the need or desire to let myself fall. Jesika changed something in me with her charisma, the way her eyes bore into my soul and the touch of her skin. Everything about her made the charcoal walls of my heart fade away. Now, those feelings are just a distant memory. She walked out of my life and ever since, I’ve found it best to resort to my old ways. I’m a man of distinct interests, no matter what I may have felt for her, the dark, cold walls surrounding my heart have been resurrected.
    The light turns green and instantly my thoughts are brought back to the present. Tonight I need to free the frustration I’ve been building up and The Club is just the place. It’s my sanctuary, the one place I can feel in control, find solace and release my sexual yearning.
    Rounding the corner, I pull into the lot. As I exit my car, I button my jacket and walk toward the building. Lights dimly illuminate the way, my eyes scanning up to the tall, brick structure. This building holds the secret sexual cravings for men and women of Dominant and submissive lifestyles. It is within these walls I can be in complete control. Every fantasy I hunger can, and will, become my reality.
    Once I arrive at the main entrance, I’m immediately met by security dressed in dark suits. They know me well for how often I visit the establishment, yet still follow the appropriate security protocol. No words are exchanged as we make eye contact; this isn’t the time or place to conduct a conversation of pleasantries. Instead, my fingerprint is scanned and they move to the side to allow me access to the building. As I enter, I pass through the hostess area, providing a smile to the ladies up front before continuing onto the bar. Sounds of music fill the large space while men and women mingle and enjoy their evening.
    Approaching the bar, I press my hands onto the cool surface and order a scotch on the rocks. While awaiting my choice of poison, my eyes roam the large space before glancing down at my watch. It’s only nine o’clock, I would have expected more members here, especially since it’s an invitation night.
    Taking a sip of the scotch, I allow the liquid to swirl against my tongue, savoring the burn as it passes my taste buds and lingers down the back of my throat. After a few moments of gazing over the crowds beginning to filter in, I place the glass back onto the bar.
    “You always had a taste for a good scotch,” a soft voice purrs from behind me.
    I’d know that voice anywhere…Angela. My stomach instantly starts to churn as the smell of her expensive perfume wafts past my nose. There’s no way I can avoid her without making a scene. Swallowing a portion of my pride, I turn to face her. She begins to trail her fingertips up and down the front of my suit jacket while seductively licking her bottom lip and gazing up to me with hooded eyes.
    “It’s an exquisite flavor,” I respond in a stern tone, removing her hand from my body. “One that I do enjoy on occasion.”
    She looks to me, defeat drifting from her deep brown eyes as she pulls her hand from mine and shifts it to her side.
    “We could be magical together, lover,” she whispers before walking away.
    My eyes follow her a few short feet as she furthers herself from my space. Angela is indeed a beautiful creature, one that has always been at my disposal. The only concern with our arrangement is the stalker tendencies she insists on pursuing outside of The Club . The day she showed up at the firm was the moment I told her she needed to find herself a new subject. I had no interest in a relationship with her outside of The Club and there was no way in hell I’d be willing to bring my personal life through the doors of my firm.
    It doesn’t help that we’re both here more often than we should be, but it